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"I thought we could play a little game, baby," Holds out the pouch for Clark, who carefully reaches out his hand to dig into it. The moment he does, he flinches and retreats his hand. "It's okay," Bruce says, still holding out the pouch. A soft line of concern crosses Clark's face before he shakes it off and lets his hand slip into the pouch again. When he retreats, he's holding the kryptonite choker that Bruce had made for him a few months ago. Where worry had colored Clark's expression before, it is quickly replaced with excitement. "I fixed the clasps on the back," Bruce adds before Clark could get a little too excited about breaking the rules of their game again. "You won't be able to open it as easily this time."
Or.. Bruce fixed Clark's Kryptonite choker so he can't be a little brat anymore.
Sequel to this one-shot, but can be read on its own.